Castiel Crowley Novels & Stories

Castiel was clearly unhappy about Aleah. “It’s just a small problem. No need to get upset. We meet all sorts of odd people during work, anyway,” Harvey said. He waved his hand, signaling Castiel to calm down. “Is the woman special or something?” he asked curiously. Castiel scoffed. “It’s not that! It’s just completely unbelievable! Take a look here! Castiel stumbled inside before coming back out with a piece of red paper. “The Unbroken War… She’s only fifteen? She looks a lot older than that,” Harvey said.

Alpha Damien, the great and prestigious Alpha of the red moon pack and one of the strongest, leading billionaires and businessmen of all time, stood right at the door of the kitchen, from which Courtney had just left. His cold gaze, glazed against the body of that woman and in comprehensive pain followed by rage, overwhelmed him. He wanted to just shred her into pieces. Ariel immediately cringed, knowing absolutely what it felt like to be close to him. It was like death, the hand of death clutching her, clawing at her and choking her. But, instead of it taking her, it toiled with her.

The initial crack in his divinity was not a sound, but a scent, the loamy warmth of smashed herbs and her flesh, a scent stronger than any angel's anthem. The angel Cassiel had watched her for weeks. He was a sentinel of light, a creature of silent watch and unbreakable obligation, tasked to safeguard from harm the human healer, Astrid, from an approaching shadow that she could not perceive. He was at the back of her mind, a glint in the corner of her eye, a chill wind in a sweltering room. And yet tonight the barrier between them tore.

“Not at the moment. She is at home and I'm at work. Did you need her? She should have her phone on her.” “No, I needed to talk to you but I didn't want her to overhear.” I take a deep breath. “Castiel was in Hamlet last night, trying to cast a spell. Thankfully his warlock wasn't strong enough. But he will just keep trying until he finds one who is. He came there because with you there it's where he is at his strongest.” “How do you know all this? Aren't you still trapped in the lamp?” Cash asks, confused.

This man was giving me extremely powerful and negative vibes. “Why are we here and the who fuck are you?” Dominic asked in a dangerously low voice, but the man’s attention was still on me. The man clicked his fingers, “Get me some tea.” he said and Aisel bowed, walking out of the second door through which the man entered before. “I am Castiel Boyle, older brother of Oscar Boyle.” he answered, his voice weighing heavy. “You were not in this town.” Dominic said and it was not a guess from his side.

His eyes gleamed, and for a brief moment, I felt like he was seeing right through me. “You know,” he began, his voice smooth and almost playful, “your name, Castiel... it means more than you think.” I raised an eyebrow, unsure of where this conversation was headed. “More than ‘shield of God’?” I asked, a little skeptical. He nodded, his eyes flashing with something like amusement. “Much more,” he said, his tone now shifting slightly. “It’s the name of an Archangel, one of the seven ever created by God. The ruler of Saturn, and imparter of divine guidance.”

Celina replied too quickly. Annoyed that he had to bring up the girl's name. "What do you mean she's not here?" West asked, confused. Greg sighed inwardly. He had seen enough of Mr West's daughters for tonight and made to politely tell him that he would meet her some other time when... "Ah, there she is." West said, obviously excited at seeing his third daughter. Sighing again, Greg absently turned to see whoever she was. Time stood still and his breath got caught in his chest when he beheld the angelic young woman that paused on the stairs some distance away from them, her eyes scanning the room looking for someone...looking for him, he wished, to his own surprise.

"MONROE'S ANCESTRAL HOME" "You're working with the Monroes?" He uttered in disbelief as he maneuvers his steering wheel and drove back to his apartment. Somehow, along the way, his mind began collecting the memories related to the Monroe's as he thought, 'Castiel what are you up to?' Terrence didn't believe that Castiel's appearance at the party tonight was just a mere coincidence especially after his wife was declared dead. His instincts told him that the man he followed was not that simple! He was just too good at hiding his real identity but that won't take long as he was determined to pay more attention to him in the next couple of days.

"You do?" "I knew what you were the moment I met you. I know who you are and what you’ve done and what you’re meant to be." "What do you mean?" He leaned forward, his eyes boring into hers and said, "Don’t you feel it? What I am? You spent time around one of my brothers. You should recognize it." She could feel the wave of power around him. It was nearly overwhelming. Others might’ve called it charm but she knew better. It was the celestial power of the divine. Gabriel Castillo was an angel.

“But don't worry we'll figure it out together.” The huge doors opened and Cassiel stood there. He looked the same way, dressed differently this time in a blue shirt that stretched deliciously over his packs, his jeans and boots echoing with each step. Everyone seemed to scramble away as he walked, fear in their eyes. I couldn't see his face well, but his skin was shining so beautifully in the candle light. “That is Cassiel Veythar. You've already had an interaction with him, the Prince of wrath, son of Satan.”